My New Jammies From My Old Friend

            


I was talking to my best friend the other day and she said she couldn’t wait to see me because she had an “I love you gift” for me. Well anyone that knows me would know that I was about  to go nuts to get my surprise.  I just love my friend, she has been my friend for almost eighteen years. We have cried together, laughed together, and been sad together. We have been angry together and glad together.
My friend has been very ill for several months, but it is looking like she is going to be all better. See, the sad, and the glad.
Well before I could get to her house, she arrived at mine after not being able to visit for a long time. She walked in and handed me a bag with the craziest pajamas I ever saw in  my life. I am wearing them right now. They are red and white, and green and purple, and black and pink and blue. Now is that enough color for you? I just love them. I would have loved them no  matter what color they were because they were an “I love you gift” from my best friend.
She will be my best friend forever and ever.

Cat's Cradle

Cat’s cradle is one of the oldest games in the world. For some unknown reason today I could envision my grandmother and I playing this game. I don’t think she let me win, but I will tell you one thing, she was one of the most patient women that I have ever known. Cat’s Cradle is not one of the easiest games for a little person. It takes a lot of hand-eye coordination. However, it a very inexpensive toy for children. You have to have about two feet of string; that is all you have to have to play.

I looked it up on the computer today and I just could not believe the history this game has. It goes back centuries. I almost think that the camaraderie I had with my grandmother playing the game of cat and the cradle might just beat out a video game or two.

Are We Look Alikes, Or Not?

These people are not twins, sisters or just friends, we are related though. We are first cousins, our fathers were brothers. In my mind we look alike, the gal with her hair up is Bonnie and of course me. In the picture I thought we were the same age, but I am twenty years older in the picture of me. What do you think, do you think we look alike?

Is It Really Important To Read The Instructions

If you have been following my posts since Christmas you learned that we got a Wii for Christmas. My husband is crazy obsessed with the games that came with it. Bowling was his favorite until today. Today we found out where the audio plug was and now it is really really fun. Fran started playing at nine o’clock this morning and quit at four o’clock this afternoon. He didn’t eat breakfast or lunch.

We had company that wanted to see how the Wii worked so he played right through the company stay. He kept saying how much more fun it was to play since we had all that wonderful noise coming out of the game.

Fran is already talking about a game he wants to buy for “her.” That was a direct quote he made this afternoon. Ha!

Before our company came, Fran and I were playing the bowling game. The screen and the book tell you over and over again to keep the little wimote strapped to your wrist. We pretty much pooh poohed it and played for six days without using the straps.

This afternoon I just felt in my gut I was going to get a strike and gave the wimote a little extra gusto and zing! It went ten feet in the air, knocked down an 8x10 picture that was sitting on a shelf and then landed on the entertainment center. It got really quiet in the house. I can remember that was the only time it was quiet all day. Then I kind of chuckled. Fran really didn’t see the humor in it, I almost broke HIS game. He quickly put an adjustable strap on the little remote thing and was instructed that I should probably wear it.

When our company arrived I told them that Fran had grounded me. They laughed and then looked a little astounded that those little remotes could fly. I think they took that under advisement when they were on their way to Wal Mart.

I Made A Mistake

I know it's impossible to believe but those of you who might have made the corn casserole may have noticed that it was really slippery going down. I put a cup and a quarter of oleo. It should be a stick and a quarter. I don't use sticks so that is what I am going to use as an excuse for this oops. I am sorry if any of you had a casserole that just wasn't quite as you expected.
Please try it with the new measurement. You will love it, I promise.

I Resolve.......

I don’t want anyone to hear what I am going to resolve for the year of 2010. The reason why is I don’t know if I can keep those resolutions. Silently, oh so silently I tell myself that I will do better. I will clean out dresser drawers, I will clean out under the cupboards, I will clean the refrigerator at least every two weeks, I will pitch and throw etc. etc.

One thing I will do is knock down cobwebs and have Fran do things that he doesn’t want to do. Fran has to vacuum and he needs to do it more often. He just needs reminded that’s all.

We need to do a better job of yard work. I can help more. I just have to get started in the morning before it gets hot.

I would really like to make resolutions for Fran, but he probably wouldn’t go for that.

I really had the cleaning bug this morning as I was using my swiffer I thought that if I did this every other day it wouldn’t take as long. The whole thing is I hate to clean a clean house. A dirty house shows me what I have accomplished.

Well, last year I quit smoking and this year I will continue to not smoke. After almost fifty years that was really cool, don’t you think? The quitting though has left my hands with nothing to do except what I call grazing. Fran and I both wander through the house and eventually end up at the fridge or the cupboard where the snacks are. Silently, yes for sure I hope so the grazing has got to if not quit, slow down!

My daughter has a blog where she has posted a list of 100 goals for 2010. She has set herself with a 75% accomplishment of getting them done. She published her goals so everyone can see, mine are quiet so no one can hear!

The Cat

About a week ago, our quiet life in the country has been turned upside down. We got Maggie about nine months ago, and sometimes she makes quiet seem like a thing of the past, but for the most part she is a part of our little family we love and have fun with.

Last week I went out about six o’clock in the morning to take Maggie out for her walk. All of a sudden I heard this horrible meowing almost a shriek. I went back in and got Fran. That was the beginning of the end of peace in our little house. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that a cat had got caught/or was living under our house. Every day has been a different episode with that cat. It is a beautiful chocolate Siamese cat. It’s coloring is perfect. It was starving to death. Fran had to take part of the skirt away so he could see under the house. He told me to get “Her” (I don’t know what it is, but I call it a her) some food. The cat was starving. That cat has eaten so much food in the last week she should have gotten sick, but not so. She has decided that she likes it here. Fran has heated the porch. She comes out to eat, she sleeps on Maggie’s bed and Maggie hates her. The feeling is mutual. The cat hisses at Maggie, but now does not move from the bed because she knows that I won’t let Maggie eat her up. Maggie has continued to pledge her allegiance to the chasing of cats like all good dogs in her ancestry. All to no avail. Fran swears that he does not want to keep the cat, but why would he go to town and buy forty pounds of propane to heat the porch. Hmm, I just wonder if there is a sequel to this story.